Martial arts immortality, I will eventually be invincible

The jailer in the A-shaped prison discovered a little secret.

Even though the rebel Daming King lay limply on the bed every day and couldn't move, every time he looked at Prisoner Chen, his eyes were filled with heat. It's like a man seeing a beautiful girl.

All the jailers trembled.

"I never heard that King Ming had such a hobby!"

"Prisoner Chen is good-looking, but he only recruits women!"

Chen Guanlou:......

Big heart!

It doesn't matter!

Occasionally, he would remind King Ming, "Give up as soon as possible."

He is the man no one can have.

How could King Ming give up?

If he was a person with a weak will, his rebellion would have already failed at the beginning, and he would never have been able to torment the Daqian Dynasty to its knees for several years.

All those who do great things, especially those who have risen from the bottom to do great things, have one thing in common: they are determined and never give up.

"Prisoner Chen, you can have a great future. You don't have to be a small jailer in the prison. There is a vast world outside, and there is a lot to do. Although my men and horses outside are exhausted, the emaciated camels are bigger than the horses, which is more or less. You can still come up with something. As long as you nod, it’s all yours.”

"No, no interest!" Chen Guanlou silently rolled his eyes at the other party, "You should get used to living here. Look at what I'm asking. I'm sure I'll get used to having handymen to eat, drink and relieve myself. If you feel unwell, just say no. Come out. We promise to provide excellent medical services and ensure that you survive until the ceremony next year.”

"The old emperor is cruel and ruthless. He only cares about cultivating Taoism and seeking immortality. He doesn't care about the life and death of the people. You are willing to work as a lackey for such a person. It is really disappointing."

"Is it noble to be your lackey?" Chen Guanlou asked, "Betrayal, betrayal, unrepentant, you are not much better than the old emperor, you are even far inferior to the old emperor. I work for the old emperor, anyway Justified. Who do you think you are? You are a rebel, and you are trying to kill yourself."

King Ming's chest was about to explode with excitement, "I failed, but after my death, countless people will inherit my legacy and overthrow this decadent Qian Dynasty."

"You said it was after your death. Then let's wait until you are dead. In short, you are not worthy of asking me to sacrifice my life."

Chen Guanlou has always been good at poking knives into people's hearts and adding salt to their wounds.

"You don't have to sacrifice your life for anyone. I, the Ming Dynasty King, don't need you to sacrifice your life. You just need to nod and inherit my inheritance."

Chen Guanlou chuckled and said the same thing, "Not interested."

Is the Great Qian Dynasty bad?

It's really bad.

Is it so bad that it needs to be overthrown and started over?

Chen Guanlou thinks not necessarily.

Part of it is rotten, but the other part is okay and still maintains its vitality. As long as you have great determination and completely cut off the rotten parts, you still have a chance to recover.

The difficulty lies in great determination.

The old emperor certainly did not have this determination.

King Zhong, judging from his performance when he deposed the prince, was also a man who lacked great determination. It's a matter of life and future, and with three thousand East Palace guards in hand, no one dares to take a chance. Humph, coward!

Which of the princes has the most determination?

Chen Guanlou counted over and over again and found that there was no one there. They are all just fools, good at intrigues and tricks, but they lack the uprightness and uprightness of their plans, have the same virtues as the old emperor, and lack the magnanimity and magnanimity that an emperor should have.

After work, go home and eat hot pot.

There was an uproar in the clan because of the conflict between him and Chen Guanqing. The elders in the clan were jumping up and down. It was said that the prince of the Hou family had been alarmed.

As a party involved, Chen Guanlou stayed away, just watching the show like a spectator.

Mrs. Chunxiang was so anxious that she persuaded Chen Guanlou to serve some snacks.

Chen Guanlou pointed to a bowl of fried oil residue, sprinkled a little salt on it, and asked Mrs. Chunxiang if she wanted to eat it. The other party's words of persuasion completely fell on deaf ears.

I really couldn't stand the nagging, so I simply ran out to spend the night.

I chose a private room next to the river bank, and four or five girls drank and sang songs to relieve their boredom. The madam wanted him to participate in the election of the new oiran, but Chen Guanlou refused.

"It's boring!"

"Master Guan is joking. The oiran lady we are introducing this time has been carefully cultivated for ten years. She is not only beautiful, but also good at playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, playing, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

Chen Guanlou is wearing a vest tonight, his surname is Guan, Boss Guan, a middle-aged businessman from out of town, a wealthy thief. Not only is he rich, but he is also good-looking. He is also a middle-aged handsome guy.

He held the wine glass and said casually: "I don't have the life of a lady, but I have the disease of a lady. In terms of serving people, can your new courtesan be as good as these sisters?"

The girls lightly covered their lips and giggled.

"Master Guan still knows best."

"Master Guan, drink!"

"Master Guan, please don't go back tonight. We sisters can do whatever you want."

"Master Guan calls the Nu family sister. The Nu family is only twenty-eight this year."

"Twenty-eight!"

"Hahaha... There really isn't twenty-eight, it's just twenty. Really, you can ask the madam to show you the deed of betrayal."

"Ladies and gentlemen..."

"Young lady sounds nice, I like it."

The madam was happy and disappointed at the same time, and kept trying, "Mr. Guan, don't you think about it anymore? My new oiran lady, she is really like a flower in the moonlight, a fish in the sky. Anyone who sees it will be fascinated."

Chen Guanlou hugged the girl beside him with a smile and said to the madam: "This master has no interest in girls of fourteen or fifteen."

As tender as unripe fruit, sour to death, no taste, just slightly pretty. He is not a boy, so he has no interest in little girls. At least eighteen years old.

The madam choked.

"Master Guan is really good at joking."

"I'm not joking with you." Chen Guanlou seemed to be uninterested and simply opened the window to take a breath. The lake was sparkling and as quiet as a mirror.

Late at night, there were still many people around.

The nightlife in Beijing is rich.

A figure flashed in the crowd in a trance, and when he looked closely, the figure had disappeared.

Chen Guanlou immediately threw down a silver ingot, jumped out of the window, and chased after the figure.

The girls and the madam looked at each other.

The madam was the fastest, grabbing the silver on the table and ordering: "Leave someone to wait, in case Master Guan comes back, let him know that we are all thinking about him and caring about his safety. The rest of you follow me downstairs. Don't dawdle."

Chen Guanlou walked through the lights of the world and searched among the crowd.

He never doubted his intuition and vision.

He came to the small pier, smiled suddenly, threw out a silver ingot, took the pole from the boatman, and rowed towards the center of the lake.

The lights were reflected in the water, making a regular sound.

After reaching the center of the lake, he put away the pole and sat at the bow waiting quietly.